British menswear is having a moment; a frightfully polite, beautifully
mannered, entirely presentable moment that also somehow manages to be just
contemporary and cutting edge enough to be fresh and interesting. It’s a
moment spearheaded by a new kind of style leader, a man who understands and
respects the rules of traditional formalwear, for which we Brits are justly
celebrated, while also absorbing the lessons and embracing the rebellious
spirit of street-style, for which we Brits are, well, also justly celebrated.

Think of him as the modern dandy. (Shall we call him the “Mandy”? No,
absolutely not. Awful. Forget I